Well, well, well...
Hmmmm, it would appear I have a degree. Had my Art History exam this afternoon, which was MUCH better than I was expecting! I actually managed to stay in there the whole 3 hours, and had quite a lot to say for each question, which was great, considering I did all of a day and a half of studying! :P I calculated I only needed about 30% to pass, and I reckon I managed a good 65-70%, so I'm not overly worried. So now I just need to make an appointment to see the Dean of Arts some time this week, and wait until I get my results.
Went out to La Porchetta with my good friend from Student Life (who I will hopefully be flatting with next year) and her big sister to celebrate, and I treated myself with some chicken pizza-y and garlic focchacia-y goodness, and I'm stuffed. Heading off to Hamner with some other Student Lifers tomorrow, for a bit of a dip in the hot pools. Wednesday will be my 14 month anniversary, and my job interview.
Yes, it would appear that the Waterford Press (farming and business paper I mentioned last time) has called me back, and they want to have a wee chat about the position. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, cos I know the editor is doing other interviews, and I gather they're only looking for one person for the job. Still very exciting though. If I don't get it, it's not the end of the world, I'll just have to keep shopping around, and survive on what I'm getting from Whitcoulls, once my loan finishes. I'm still getting money from the father figure to cover rent and stuff, so I pray he'll keep that up, cos he's been known on several occasions to cut off my money on a whim. It's a long story why I'm still getting money from my Dad when I'm almost 21, so that can wait til next time.
I don't know if it's sunk in yet that I've actually finished my degree. It certainly doesn't feel real right now. To be honest, I don't feel old enough to possess (or almost) a tertiary qualification. I can't believe that in a few short months, I'll be donning a cap and gown, with a lovely pink ribbon, parading through the town, walking across the stage of the town hall, shaking the Vice Chancellor's hand, getting my piece of paper, and having lots of cool photos taken in the Botanical Gardens, or somewhere like it, and having a bit slap up meal afterwards. As far as a part of me is concerned, that "grown-up" stage of my life is still ages away. Strange how fast things sneak up on ya. Geez, you know you're getting old when you have about six or seven friends suddenly sporting big sparkly things on their left hands in the last year...or maybe they're just young?
I had another really bizarre (disturbing, actually) dream about getting married last night. flufmeister was one of my bridesmaids, believe it or not! But that wasn't the disturbing bit. I've also been having a few of my infamous "sinking boat" dreams of late as well. I've been having recurring dreams about boats sinking for years- in fact, I can remember when I was about 10 or 11 having a very vivid dream about a ferry striking a rock and sinking, and waking up feeling absolutely terrified. In a lot of my dreams, the ship sinking resembles The Titanic...which I don't think suggests much apart from the fact I've seen the movie a few too many times! (I'm still pretty hot for that movie, actually...*blush*) I talked with Qona about it once, and she reckons that dreaming about boats sinking is an indication that a part you is about to die, or a part of your life is about change, or something bothering you will be no more, or something. Here's hoping so.
Here's a meme, ganked off mrogre. I don't know how effective this exercise will be seeing it wasn't all that long ago that I was 18, but should be interesting.
10. Even if you go into a situation with the best of intentions, people do, believe it or not, have their own agendas, and they often have ulterior motives, which will screw things up. Oh, wait, I was 19 when that happened, wasn't I? Well, it was only 2 days after my birthday that it happened, so I'll count it.
9. To link in with the last one: not having been kissed before doesn't make you a freak, regardless of what the movies will try and tell you. And, regardless of what "Dawson's Creek" will tell you, your first kiss might not be everything you hoped and dreamed about. Sometimes it's more fulfilling to have a nasty experience and learn from it.
8. Constantly comparing yourself to others, and constantly seething with jealousy as a result, is rather exhausting, isn't it?
7. A romantic relationship will not be a one-way ticket to feeling better about yourself, and curing you of your demons. The world will try and tell you you're incomplete without a guy hanging off your arm. Wrong.
6. Your worth does not hang upon you churning out straight As. There's a world outside of the class room, you know.
5. Thou shalt not eat thy problems. You find that all those blocks of chocolate, bags of Grainwaves, and gallons of Coke later, they're still there. (Note: still kinda struggling with this...)
4. Sure it hurts when people you were best friends with at the start of the year start freezing you out, for no apparent reason (fallen_angelamf will understand this...), but you'll realise later that your life will lack nothing without them, and that it's probably a blessing things didn't work out.
3. It might be a good thing to let go of the past at some point. Forgiveness is sweet.
2. You are NOT what you weigh. You are NOT a dress size. You are NOT what a pitiful excuse for a male labels you. You are fearfully and wonderfully made, and He's got the last word on that. So please stop looking in the mirror and bursting into tears, cos it really is quite tiresome.
1. Listen to the lyrics of the song by U2, called "Stuck in a moment", and think about it carefully. It will pass. Honest.
Hmmm, that was rather cathartic...actually it felt rather good. When I was 18, and moved away from home and was in the halls for the first year, I had a bout of depression (which I now put down to homesickness, and three nasty bouts of flu in a row), and it eventually got to the point where I was looking at my scissors on my desk, and thinking longingly of taking them to my arm. I was encouraged by the Dean to keep a diary to write in every time I felt depressed. Which I did (even though I gave it up, like I have with almost every diary I've ever kept), and I found it earlier this year, while unpacking some boxes. I flipped through it, and I couldn't believe how screwed up I was. What I was going through was really quite small, but I basically just had a crappy self-esteem, and instead of doing anything constructive about it, I was letting all my issues eat away at me, until they almost devoured me whole...emo-ish as that sounds. So yeah, that's what I'd tell my 18-year-old self if I was ever to stumble across her sometime. I would tell her, above all, that it's all going to be ok, that there's Someone up there who loves you unconditionally, who wants to know you, and who has got it all sussed. Man, I'm so glad God came along when He did...
Went out to La Porchetta with my good friend from Student Life (who I will hopefully be flatting with next year) and her big sister to celebrate, and I treated myself with some chicken pizza-y and garlic focchacia-y goodness, and I'm stuffed. Heading off to Hamner with some other Student Lifers tomorrow, for a bit of a dip in the hot pools. Wednesday will be my 14 month anniversary, and my job interview.
Yes, it would appear that the Waterford Press (farming and business paper I mentioned last time) has called me back, and they want to have a wee chat about the position. I'm trying not to get my hopes up, cos I know the editor is doing other interviews, and I gather they're only looking for one person for the job. Still very exciting though. If I don't get it, it's not the end of the world, I'll just have to keep shopping around, and survive on what I'm getting from Whitcoulls, once my loan finishes. I'm still getting money from the father figure to cover rent and stuff, so I pray he'll keep that up, cos he's been known on several occasions to cut off my money on a whim. It's a long story why I'm still getting money from my Dad when I'm almost 21, so that can wait til next time.
I don't know if it's sunk in yet that I've actually finished my degree. It certainly doesn't feel real right now. To be honest, I don't feel old enough to possess (or almost) a tertiary qualification. I can't believe that in a few short months, I'll be donning a cap and gown, with a lovely pink ribbon, parading through the town, walking across the stage of the town hall, shaking the Vice Chancellor's hand, getting my piece of paper, and having lots of cool photos taken in the Botanical Gardens, or somewhere like it, and having a bit slap up meal afterwards. As far as a part of me is concerned, that "grown-up" stage of my life is still ages away. Strange how fast things sneak up on ya. Geez, you know you're getting old when you have about six or seven friends suddenly sporting big sparkly things on their left hands in the last year...or maybe they're just young?
I had another really bizarre (disturbing, actually) dream about getting married last night. flufmeister was one of my bridesmaids, believe it or not! But that wasn't the disturbing bit. I've also been having a few of my infamous "sinking boat" dreams of late as well. I've been having recurring dreams about boats sinking for years- in fact, I can remember when I was about 10 or 11 having a very vivid dream about a ferry striking a rock and sinking, and waking up feeling absolutely terrified. In a lot of my dreams, the ship sinking resembles The Titanic...which I don't think suggests much apart from the fact I've seen the movie a few too many times! (I'm still pretty hot for that movie, actually...*blush*) I talked with Qona about it once, and she reckons that dreaming about boats sinking is an indication that a part you is about to die, or a part of your life is about change, or something bothering you will be no more, or something. Here's hoping so.
Here's a meme, ganked off mrogre. I don't know how effective this exercise will be seeing it wasn't all that long ago that I was 18, but should be interesting.
10. Even if you go into a situation with the best of intentions, people do, believe it or not, have their own agendas, and they often have ulterior motives, which will screw things up. Oh, wait, I was 19 when that happened, wasn't I? Well, it was only 2 days after my birthday that it happened, so I'll count it.
9. To link in with the last one: not having been kissed before doesn't make you a freak, regardless of what the movies will try and tell you. And, regardless of what "Dawson's Creek" will tell you, your first kiss might not be everything you hoped and dreamed about. Sometimes it's more fulfilling to have a nasty experience and learn from it.
8. Constantly comparing yourself to others, and constantly seething with jealousy as a result, is rather exhausting, isn't it?
7. A romantic relationship will not be a one-way ticket to feeling better about yourself, and curing you of your demons. The world will try and tell you you're incomplete without a guy hanging off your arm. Wrong.
6. Your worth does not hang upon you churning out straight As. There's a world outside of the class room, you know.
5. Thou shalt not eat thy problems. You find that all those blocks of chocolate, bags of Grainwaves, and gallons of Coke later, they're still there. (Note: still kinda struggling with this...)
4. Sure it hurts when people you were best friends with at the start of the year start freezing you out, for no apparent reason (fallen_angelamf will understand this...), but you'll realise later that your life will lack nothing without them, and that it's probably a blessing things didn't work out.
3. It might be a good thing to let go of the past at some point. Forgiveness is sweet.
2. You are NOT what you weigh. You are NOT a dress size. You are NOT what a pitiful excuse for a male labels you. You are fearfully and wonderfully made, and He's got the last word on that. So please stop looking in the mirror and bursting into tears, cos it really is quite tiresome.
1. Listen to the lyrics of the song by U2, called "Stuck in a moment", and think about it carefully. It will pass. Honest.
Hmmm, that was rather cathartic...actually it felt rather good. When I was 18, and moved away from home and was in the halls for the first year, I had a bout of depression (which I now put down to homesickness, and three nasty bouts of flu in a row), and it eventually got to the point where I was looking at my scissors on my desk, and thinking longingly of taking them to my arm. I was encouraged by the Dean to keep a diary to write in every time I felt depressed. Which I did (even though I gave it up, like I have with almost every diary I've ever kept), and I found it earlier this year, while unpacking some boxes. I flipped through it, and I couldn't believe how screwed up I was. What I was going through was really quite small, but I basically just had a crappy self-esteem, and instead of doing anything constructive about it, I was letting all my issues eat away at me, until they almost devoured me whole...emo-ish as that sounds. So yeah, that's what I'd tell my 18-year-old self if I was ever to stumble across her sometime. I would tell her, above all, that it's all going to be ok, that there's Someone up there who loves you unconditionally, who wants to know you, and who has got it all sussed. Man, I'm so glad God came along when He did...